Good Afternoon my dear, and yes, it is a beautifully bright day. Please come in and we’ll have a cup of tea whilst I let you know everything that has been happening here during the past couple of days.
I’m sure you’ll remember that Teddy and I went to Mrs. M’s apartment when she failed to appear for afternoon tea the other day. Her clothes were strewn across the bedroom floor and there was a mixture of shower gels which had been deposited in the washbasin and toilet making a dreadful mess.
Teddy quickly checked out the rest of the apartment and after a quick glance and confirmation from me, we decided that it didn’t look as if anything had been stolen. Mrs. M’s mobile phone wasn’t there, but neither was she, so we came to the conclusion that she had taken it with her.
Teddy went back to the local police station to check whether any CID officer had been to Mrs. M’s property for any reason. There was a negative response to this, and although several officers do actually know Mrs. M – it’s quite a small village – no-one had any recollection of seeing her recently.
I was beginning to be rather worried. Mrs. M isn’t a young woman, and she’s still a little sore following her “accident” in Scotland.
I slept badly last night, but came to the conclusion that I needed to speak to someone official to find out if they could tell me anything. So this morning I rang my contact at Thames House. It’s really not a place you want to call, my dear. If you don’t have the current password or the name that someone is currently using in a specific case, it’s well-nigh impossible to speak to anyone.
Eventually, after holding on for what seemed like an eternity, I was told to expect a call back within the next ten minutes, so please would I remain close to the phone as I would need to be “patched” through! Now what the heck does that mean? Well, yes, I know the general drift of it, but don’t understand the technicalities – although I suppose it doesn’t matter as long as I can actually speak with someone who may be prepared to assist me.
Twenty-five minutes later my landline phone rang and a vaguely familiar voice introduced himself to me. Ah yes, it was the gentleman who came to visit me some months ago, and if I remember correctly he had been in some kind of accident himself at that time as he required the services of a driver to assist him to my door.
Well then, to actually speak to someone I’ve spoken to in the past was a definite result in my book! He enquired as to my health and I reciprocated – politeness doesn’t cost anything my dear. After a couple of minutes he asked how he could assist me. I explained that Mrs. M and I had just returned from a holiday in Scotland – when he interjected with “oh yes, how was your log cabin?” Pardon – how did he know we had been staying in a cabin? He continued “I always prefer Loch Lomond in the spring – before all the midges arrive in July.” Now this was all very well, but I hadn’t mentioned Loch Lomond. I asked the obvious question – “how did you know we were staying in a log cabin at Loch Lomond?”
There was a little pause then and a little “ah sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, but I suppose I must come clean now.” Well, yes, that would be good!
After several moments of clearing his throat and sighing my acquaintance admitted that he had known where we were going. It transpires that he knows Bertie and Freddie, and it was thought that the safest place for me to be for a short time was in Loch Lomond. The young family staying in the cabin next door to us – well yes, the man was an intelligence officer in M15, and was due for some leave, so it was arranged that he and his family would move in next door so there was one person staying close who could assist us if there was a major problem. That didn’t work out too well!
The mishap that happened to Mrs. M was actually an accident. Members of the security services were arranging extra cameras but didn’t want to worry us. So they arranged for two men who looked a little dubious, but could do the job, to climb into the trees to fix the cameras. Unfortunately one of them didn’t notice Mrs. M until it was too late and he pushed her down and then panicked slightly. His colleague confirmed that it wasn’t me – I would have been in a wheelchair – but Mrs. M just heard a small part of the conversation.
It seems to have been a set of circumstances which backfired slightly. Mrs. M was a little quicker than me and thought she knew who was behind her “accident” although she didn’t mention anything to me about it. The texts she had been receiving were from our friend in London who was trying to set things up without ringing her.
Apparently, the security services in London were rather concerned about my safety following the anonymous letter and silent phone calls I received. They are unsure as to my connection with any ongoing case, but they think it is probably related to the murders of Gordon, Peter and his sister.
Mrs. M is currently in a safe house in London and her brother will be joining her for a few days. The reason Mrs. M was removed from her apartment relates to the squatters next door. The police and security services think that there are several folk within that group of illegal residents who are involved with drugs and blackmail, so they wanted Mrs. M out of the way. However, it would have been strange if she had gone away on holiday again so quickly after returning home so it was decided to stage an “overnight snatch” – the apartment would be left in a mess, but nothing damaged. It will be straightened up again soon, but various police officers and other officials can currently wander in there without it looking suspicious.
I’m sure I don’t have all the details just yet, but I feel a little better now. I’ll give you more of the news in a short while. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx